Unknown to me these parallels ran smooth
Fraternal twins, unlike in face but both
Against her sister, but dormant in youth.
My Esau stunting Jacob in his growth
Suppressed was Joseph with his coloured coat
A beauty stunted, tulip shot by frost
Unknown again not parallel, but throat
Cuts throat and Jill comes tumbling down, forgot.
A buried track uncovered, secret twin
Emerging from the rubble fully fledged
Unparalleled but rounded, softer skin
Than rigid bars which is a sword two-edged.
By time those bars were rusted, overgrown
With winding blossoms, rusted bars their throne.
Categories:
fully fledged, conflict, growing up, self,
Form: Sonnet
A shiny morning bathed in golden-gluey rays.
Somedays are different from everyday.
The royal couture's army, Of sun's dear palace.
Served down the feast of honour.
As I opened the mouth to greet.
The berries of my mommy's continental & savoury kitchen.
Satisfying the appetite of my elated much hungry soul.
Alongwith serenity, To my disturbed mood.
I took the boat, Destined for the shore of endless breathing.
& found myself lost, Into the lake of solitude.
The melody of contentment.
Drenched into my ear, when the swans passed by.
A merry moment to cherish & laugh.
Even the hours of daylight, Felt like a blink of seconds to my ardent eyes & carefree heart.
Roaming like a reckless, dancing paper doll.
A royal chic, Fully fledged with tantrums, that night. Cause,
I was wild.
I was free.
I was home
- Mauli Verma
Categories:
fully fledged, addiction, adventure, age, allusion,
Form: Free verse
Just nodded yes, when my ego had said no
Lost all consuming forces, simply let go
Met you halfway, instead of skirting the square
Perhaps sat down, when you brought over a chair
Found quantum entanglement, not just sheeple
Its herding force, far away from the steeple
Magnetism in both poles, pulling from all sides
Positive and negative, filling vast voids
Overcome the burden, in self surrender
Let empathy conjoin, and love engender
Gone outside my comfort zone, where truth persists
Quelled year old hate, encouraged alternate bliss
Lived together, stop digging at empty space
Found peace together, ending human disgrace
Believed together, without losing mere face
Came together, with all consuming embrace
But then again, (I wish I had) lots of things
Not just a pair of arms, but fully fledged wings
I’d fly ‘cross Nepal, meet and kill the Buddha
His words incanting, Shoulda Coulda Woulda!
Categories:
fully fledged, allusion, peace, perspective,
Form: Rhyme
AFTEREFFECTS
vibrancy
exploited
with
an
enhanced
luminosity
across
visible spectrums
sources
reflect light
captivating
&fleeting
bustling&prompting
stability
with accord
of inspiration
in tracts
as concepts
contrast
germinating
emerging
fully fledged
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
Categories:
fully fledged, poetry,
Form: Other
I've ne'er beheld such a magnificent tree.
Only you were a ration of my life spree.
Your shadow splatters my scorching flesh.
Striving to restrain agony out of my thresh.
A tree that can bear both heat and downpour.
Hence, you ditched my futile and deceitful spore.
You typically offer me advice right away.
When I'm lost, you indicate for me the way.
Your plush pale coat screens me from worry.
Infers that it is plausible to opine fearlessly.
A capable tree of seeing remorse.
Beings pull vitality in the water source.
I gathered this fruit from your anile stem.
My key insight became crucial mayhem.
Only a subtle tree receives my praise.
As yet, I was sustained by a reckless craze.
I've not imagined a fully-fledged tree before.
Crafted with zeal and artistry at its exposed core.
Written: October 18, 2021
Categories:
fully fledged, analogy, autumn, earth, emotions,
Form: Couplet
Fresh flowers in the fields are in flamboyant flair
Flailing festivity for my Divine Fulcrum and Fortress
Forever-loving Father, you’re my Faithful Friend
Fountain of Fullness: Christ Jesus- famous of all names.
Forever-loving Father, on my knees I fall
For, you fortified my faith and fixed my fractured soul
Forbade me from filthy falls, forgave my faults
Freed me from frailty and flagrant flaky fool.
Fountain of Fullness, flank by me for my fulfilling fleet
Frequently fail me on frazzles, for a fully-fledged feet.
Sept 6, 2020
Categories:
fully fledged, thanksgiving,
Form: Alliteration
The Earth is about as old as the solar system.
I don't know what the fully fledged humans were like
But human conventions I am guessing were not in any way fully formulated
at the time.
I'd like to think mothers loved their offspring, and fathers followed this same
behavior.
I'm sure it was harder than anyone could realize, it was hard to communicate,
hard to resolve problems, and I'm sure there were many.
Most people died early, child birthing was perilous.
What was it like to see the stars at night and to wonder if
the water in the pond was okay to drink -
And eventually people were able to communicate through language
And pass down stories
which meant everything
to their survival.
Peace!
Categories:
fully fledged, 2nd grade,
Form: ABC
he did not make me whatever it is that i am
he does not control what i do with my hands
he did not define what thoughts run through my mind
he does not dictate what words i will find
he did not allow me to break free of this grasp
he does not stop me from completing this task
he did not speak when i told him my aims
he does not participate in my intricate games
he did not stop me from becoming fully fledged
he simply pushed me when i got too close to the edge
Categories:
fully fledged, abuse, faith, grief, metaphor,
Form: Rhyme
I wish for an end to come
A welcome I spoke; untrue now
The progress of time, showing me pain
Saved me than, to severe me again
An arid mind, pleading for lines to flow.
Upon entrance, my improbable dream tempted reality
My artistry had granted me a title, of weight
Dragging me down, before a rise begun
A love that fluctuated, had become so dear
Belonging had I found, as a poet in the world.
Almost quit had I, before my words were fully fledged
At the mention of poetry, I had deigned to deny the ink
A fear of being deemed feminine, had taunted my being
My stanzas had become a guilty pleasure, I could not resist
Years transpiring, before guilt became pride.
My heart had been afforded a source of release
I had been gifted a talent, to be honed
Appreciation was not a given, but had grown
A time of need, was announced with hope
Depression I could not part with, but a reprieve I had found.
Weeks into the year, and my footing I had lost
The joyous monotony of writing had found absence
My life had worn to a thread - a noose was seen an escape
Will myself I could not, without another try
A last attempt, reviving an unconscious passion.
Categories:
fully fledged, absence, appreciation, art, life,
Form: I do not know?
Early morning vapors emulate a lady's veil,
diaphanous, a softly shifting secrecy;
as constant as the tide and deathly pale,
feathering the lake in fragile mystery.
Minstrels scarce can sing with proper import
of the dawning of the day in violet haze;
e'er we hear the skylark, mother nature's joyous consort,
and sunshine bathes the fields with warming rays.
First light is fully fledged, the veil is lifting,
the surface shines, a vision sparkling bright;
day fades to dark, again the morn comes drifting,
and mist sprawls like a specter from the night
Categories:
fully fledged, nature,
Form: Quatrain
When I first flew the nest, my spirits were low;
how my world has changed from one year ago.
Now fully fledged, I spread open my wings!
My voice, once a whisper, now gently sings.
You can feel my music through verse all day long,
for my chosen words make a joyful song!
With confidence up, I fly round your group—
my perch for relaxing is ‘poet tree’ soup!
Chosen Bird is a Meadowlark - cheerful, inner journey
05~12~15
Contest: Picture yourself as a bird
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
101 Poems in a row #8 sponsored by PD :-)
Categories:
fully fledged, bird, me, writing,
Form: Personification
Dozy Dick and his Magic Stick it comes to life at night
Takes him to a world of joy and pure delight
Transports him to a place he really wants to be
Of inner dreams and pleasure and every fantasy
With his magic stick Dick can travel far and wide
He can be all alone or have a beauty by his side
Dozy dipped his rigid stick and cast his magic spell
Where he dipped his magic stick he swears he'll never tell
Though the local witches coven each night with longing yearn
The sweet boys in fairyland also pray for his return
Dozy practices with his magic stick when he is in the bath
The most fun he's ever had yet he never laughs
He must by now be a fully-fledged master of his trade
Though as a result of all that practice, he wears a hearing aid.
Dozy waded into the sea when the water was quite choppy
His usually rampant magic stick became flexible and floppy
A myriad of baby mermaids now swim in the bay
Dozy and his magic stick must now undergo a test for DNA.
8th July 2014
Written by Jan Allison & Darren Watson
Categories:
fully fledged, fantasy, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
pity the alien who loses its way
& has to stop here for a bit
(to do whatever aliens do, if they
lose their way)---
now,
go one step further &
imagine that like a child
who curiously picks up a fly &
proceeds to tear the wings off of its
struggling little body,
making that first itty-bitty step
towards becoming a fully fledged
psychopath,
the alien in question,
bored & waiting for a ride
(or whatever the **** aliens do),
now looks down on this cesspool of
greedy, violent & self-destructive
humans &
picks one, to do just the same,
slowly tearing off its arms,
its legs, its head, etc.---
now,
go one step even further &
imagine that the human(s) chosen,
“are not just any humans,”
but powerful, button-pushing,
wo/men, who have made no attempt
to disguise the fact that they are
“hell bent” on our annihilation as a
species in total…
Categories:
fully fledged, life,
Form: Free verse
Early morning vapors emulate a lady's veil,
diaphanous, a softly shifting secrecy;
inconstant as the tide and deathly pale,
feathering the lake in fragile mystery.
Minstrels scarce can sing with proper import
of the dawning of the day in violet haze;
e'er we hear the skylark, mother nature's joyous consort,
and sunshine bathes the fields with warming rays.
First light is fully-fledged, the veil is lifting,
the surface shines, a vision sparkling bright;
'til day fades to dark, then the morn comes drifting,
and mist sprawls like a spectre from the night.
Categories:
fully fledged, nature, day,
Form: Quatrain
Panicked tiny footprints, zigzag, sharp;
Each an arrow hungry for direction.
Across them, newer, the fully-fledged
Outlines of boots, strong, deep.
Ahead, the bootprints side by side,
Suddenly, decisively: imagine the arms.
Further on still, the arrows stagger,
Stop, and fading blood reds the way.
This is the tale the snow tells,
Along the ugly, thorn-jagged hedge.
Its record is brief, the warmer winds
Of oblivion will sweep in, soon, too soon.
Categories:
fully fledged, life
Form: Free verse
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